A LOVE STORY: in their beginning

Sacred dance around her navel began around the questions raised by the sound of her voice, and the smell of her skin. It had, until then, been a taboo subject until the cool night air added to his sense of being special to her. He looks gently into her eyes. She arched her back slightly on her bed allowing him to see how her sari coiled around her body in serpentine splendor. The depth of black that deepened her eyes studied every one of his thoughts, and expressions. Her hand, under the back of her head was lost in her thick hair. Her breathing was even compared to his quick shallow breaths... Gregory E. Woods